Previously
As Ryan drove me home, he threatened, "Don't you dare tell anyone about tonight, or you will be dead. Now get the hell outta my car!"
I got out of his car, and went into the house.
I flopped onto my bed, and cried.
End of Gabriella's POV
The Next Day-East High
Troy's POV:
Where's Gabi? Haven't seen her this morning at her locker...Weird. Oh never mind, she just entered chemistry class. -----And is sitting alone? Okay, this is weird, there's a spot right beside Taylor...And there's a scratch on her face. I'll ask her at lunch
End of Troy's POVGabriella's POV at Lunch:
"Hey Gabby," Troy saids when I sit down at the table the gang sits at...including Ryan. (shiver).
"Hey."
"Where were you last night? We couldnt find you," Taylor asked.
"Um, my mom called and I had to go home early," I lied, before going back to staring at my lunch.
Ryan smiled.
"When did you get this on your cheek?" Troy said touching the scratch when Ryan had thrown my against the wall, the wall had shook, and some trophy thing had scraped my cheek.
"I was walking down the stairs and tripped, and there was something on the floor," I continued to lie.
"Hmmm..." Troy said not fully believing my story.
"Don't worry, Troy. Gabby wouldn't lie to us," Sharpay said.
Ryan gave a laugh, which recieved confused looks from everyone at the table, while I just gave out a soft sigh. I wished what Sharpay said was true. I moved my food around my plate, seeing Ryan had made me lose my appetite, and what happened last night kept on playing in my head.
"What's wrong, Gabby?" Chad asked.
"Nothing, just not hungry," I told him, it was the truth.
I got up and threw my food into the garbage stand, and put my tray in a pile and my plate in another. Since the school was quite large, you had to sort your lunch. There was a tray pile, and plate pile, a fork pile, a knife pile, you get what I mean.
I walked to my locker and just sat in front of it. Thank god, I had read past today's chapter and understood what the teacher had said. I knew this wasn't going to work next week.
I heaved a sigh.
"What's wrong?" Troy said sitting beside me.
"When'd you get here?" I said trying to avoid the quetion.
"Years ago," Troy joked.
"So what's up with all this (sigh) (sigh)," Troy acted.
"Just thinking..."
"About?"
"About girl stuff."
"So if I was a girl---" Troy started.
"I would never date you," I laughed.
"That's true," Troy nodded, "But what I was going to say was that if I was a girl, would you tell me?"
"Hmmm...but you're not, so," I pretended to think, "No."
"Haha, would you tell Taylor?"
"Uh, this is different," I argued.
"But she's a girl."
I blinked, "What's going on with you and Taylor?"
"Nothing, what would make you say that?" Troy was taken back.
"I don't know, some girl genes I guess," I said.
"I see..." Troy said slowly.
Bell rings.
"Come on, let's get to class," Troy said giving me a hand.
MidnightBang Bang Bang
"I am so gonna kill Troy," I muttered turning on my lamp.
I threw off the covers, my surroundings seemed to have dots on it. Probably from the sudden of light.
"God, Troy---," I said as I opened the belcony door, before some freak pushed me inside.
Oh god, I let Ryan in!
By now, the dots had faded, and I could see his face clearly.
He threw me back to my bed.
Why couldn't he have thrown me against the wall? Okay, so you probably think I'm crazy, why the hell would you want to be thrown against the wall, right? Think of it this way, throw like a marker or something on the wall, sound bounces off right? But a marker weighs like less than a pound, rather than a human being. So if Ryan had thrown me against the wall, my mother might have heard.
Ow. The head hit the edge of the bed frame.
(wince) The foot hit my alarm clock.
Ow, the palm of my hand hit the side of the bed.
I would now rather have been thrown against the wall.
I rub my head.
"What did you tell Troy?" he hisses.
"Nothing."
"Seriously, what did you tell Troy?" he repeats.
"Nothing."
For god sake, does this guy understand what nothing means?
He punches me in the eye.
I open my mouth to scream. Unfortunatly, he covers my mouth right before the sound comes out, so all you would hear is a squeak.
"Seriously, what did you tell him?" he said barely above a whisper.
I roll my eyes. Seriously, this guy should form a 'seriously' club. Who says seriously, nowadays?
a/n: No offense to people who say seriously a lot
"I didn't tell him nothing," I told him.
Before he left, it was his turn to roll his eyes, "Seriously, why did I even bother?"
Another "seriously." God help him and his serious-lys.
I quietly crept downstairs and got myself an ice pack.
Ow, it's cold.
I crawled into bed with a bruise forming around my eyes, and thinking of mroe stories to tell my friends about my eye. "I walked into a door" wouldn't work, unless I was like three-feet tall, I might have walked into a doorknob..."I tripped down the stairs" had already been used...
Lies, Lies, and more Lies...
I am so so so sorry for not posting, but I was lazy to write another chapter for this story. I'll write it tomorrow. I'll write it tomorrow.I'll write it tomorrow.I'll write it tomorrow... So anyways, my appologys. I would post tomorrow, but I'm not gonna be home for three days, going to some stupid camp where you don't get to freakin' shower! And you're somehow suppose to swim in a knee-deep pool/river or something. Anyways, wish me luck! Lol D
♥Bridgette♥